I step forward,
not knowing the ground beneath me,
not searching for certainty,
only the rhythm of my own breath.
The sky does not ask questions,
the wind does not hesitate -
they move, they exist,
and so do I.
There is no shadow to run from,
no weight to carry,
only the open path,
only the next moment,
only this.
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